I learned to count. I learned how to tie my shoe.I learned that love is better when it’s true.I try to make things picture perfect.I try not to make mistakes.Somehow my cheeks are always burning with one more heartbreakOne more heartache.

So I’m sorry that I asked you to marry me.I’m so sorry but the impulse was strong.I’m not sorry that I loved you.But I’m sorry that I told you.Now I know, now I know, now I knowI was wrong.